Moving Away & Coming Home

Moving away is hard. But coming back is even harder. It’s been three (?) weeks since I’ve posted, and over a month since I’ve blogged regularly. I have 100% honestly thought about it every single day, but for one reason or another I haven’t been able to get it together to get a post up.

Readjusting to living at home has definitely not been what I expected. I assumed I would show up and essentially continue the lifestyle I had at university, with the extra benefits of my own bedroom, a kitchen, and cash.

As it turns out, that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Not only does living at home dramatically decrease my independence, it’s also brought up a whole heap of personal issues that I quite literally ran away from in August. So between working full-time, learning to live with another person that has totally different preferences and attempting to actually deal with life, the blog fell by the wayside.

I’ve still been running, though! As sad as I am to not be running the Calgary (half) Marathon this Sunday, I’m super pumped for the MEC race on June 14. It will post definitely be a PR, hopefully sub-1:50, and there is a veeeerrryyyyy slim but present possibility of 1:45.

RUN the rainbow  BE the rainbow ☀️This run was not even that hard…I could keep it up for 8 more miles, right?

I’m also (slowly) returning to my early bird status! On Mondays and Tuesdays I start work at 8am, and for the first few weeks I woke up at the very last possible second, a total zombie for at least three hours and required 3+ coffees to survive my shift. But now? I’m actually getting my runs in before work, and am re-learning to love being awake before the rest of the world. Even if that does require a 5:30am wakeup call.

Another thing that’s been going on in these parts is a return to intuitive eating. I don’t have a lot going on here in Edmonton, since I’ve built my life in Vancouver, so I struggle with focusing too much on fitness. It got to the point where I was only “Emma the runner” / “Emma the super fit girl”, so when I missed a workout or ate out a bunch of times, I felt like I was totally worthless.

I love following the IIFYM girls on Instagram & Youtube, but I am not them. Tracking macros turns me into a completely insane person, which is why I am 100% back to simply eating what I want when I’m hungry. I actually just came back from a trip to Banff, where I ate out every single meal and did zero activity.

Cookie dough ice cream  has been in my dreams for weeks now ... And now it is in my stomach.  These past few days have been full of (delicious) burgers, sweet potato fries , and generally eats that have been great for my soul but not so much my body.  Looking forward to resetting tomorrow with a continued focus on  but also lots more nourishment. ☀️I ate this for “lunch” and then had a panini at 3pm.

Not only did I lose two pounds, but I quite literally felt my cortisol DROP. We all have enough stress in life as it is – food & exercise does not need to be added to the picture.

So where are we at now? Welp, back to blogging, obviously! I hope you guys don’t totally hate me for abandoning y’all, and that you still have some interest in following along with some running & life adventures. Maybe even some recipes now that I’m back in a kitchen!

What’s been going on in your life? 

What is your opinion on IIFYM? 


It’s Okay to be Mad, but Do NOT Be Embarrassed.

This post can alternately be titled: The Time I Described My Life in Harry Potter GIFs. 


I sort of snapped last night. I had an extremely long day:

  • class until 6pm
  • migraine during a 3.5 hour film lecture / screening (p.s. I despise movies)
  • all the nearby eateries were sold out of their food (?); no thank you to donuts for dinner = STARVING
  • my room keys fell off my keychain
  • approximately 200 pages behind in readings (and no that is not an exaggeration)

Peace + quiet when I get back to my room. Please. 


Alas, when one lives with a roommate, that is not the case. Ever. I do not have a place to retreat to in Vancouver and, being an introvert, sometimes that really gets to me. Last night was one of those times. My roommate, who I am in a fairly neutral relationship with (i.e. we don’t fight but don’t talk at all either) talks on the phone in the room a lot –> which is totally okay. It’s our room, we talk on the phone. But for some reason, maybe due to my headache and exhaustion, it sounded like she was yelling.

You guys, I was thisfreakingclose to losing it.


But I didn’t, and I’m really proud of that. So instead of totally descending into the land of crazy pants, I made myself a sandwich, hot chocolate, and curled up with Grey’s Anatomy (LOVE! And I am obsessed). And then after I plugged my earphones into Spotify, cranked up the volume, and proceeded to do yoga with my eyes closed.

I felt so incredibly therapeutic during that time, I don’t even remember the last time I felt that good. I was listening to songs like Bang Bang (judge me), and was on a Jillian Michaels yoga mat that took up half the room, so it obviously wasn’t a typical yoga class. But it was exactly what I needed!


I could have been self-conscious about my super attractive, super sweaty hair. I could have worried that my roommate was going to think I was a freak for doing downward dog and trying to balance on one leg without crashing into my mini fridge. But instead I did exactly what I needed to do, which led to me happily blogging on my bed / office instead of having a meltdown.

So what I want to say is this: you don’t always need to “channel your emotions”. Sometimes that stuff is just BS, and all you need is to just get MAD. So get mad. But don’t you dare be embarrassed for being you. ❤


Ok. Cheesefest over. It’s been a while since we had one of those so I’m pretty sure you knew that was coming.

What is the last thing that made you ANGRY?

Tell me I’m not the only one listening to ridiculous pop songs?! 

P.S. we watched an excerpt from The Birds in lecture today and I jumped out of my chair exactly 7.7 times in terror. Just thought you might want to know. 😉

P.P.S. Make me watch any movie even remotely frightening and I will never speak to you again.